Under Cover Of The Betty

This past week at work has been chaotic, I'm supposed to be winding down for Christmas, as Chris Rea sings. A worldwide IT risk announced last Friday has caused everybody and their granny, and I am sure Chris Rea, to run about like headless chickens. Well they will be running all through the weekend and longer, don't panic Mr Mainwaring! I've never known anything like it...

Oh, about time to repeat the Betty story... the fir tree outside our house, which we light up every Christmas, kind of blocks our views across to the Pentland Hills. Some 15 years ago, we were discussing about chopping it down and Ms H was shocked at what we were talking about, so promptly named it Betty, in the hope that attaching a name to a tree would save her it, OMG it worked. Since then that's what she has been called.